by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)

I dreamed that one had died in a strange...
Language: English 
Available translation(s): FRE
I dreamed that one had died in a strange place
  Near no accustomed hand;
And they had nailed the boards above her face,
  The peasants of that land,
And, wond'ring, planted by her solitude
  A cypress and a yew:
I came, and wrote upon a cross of wood,
  Man had no more to do:
"She was more beautiful than thy first love,
  This lady by the trees:"
And gazed upon the mournful stars above,
  And heard the mournful breeze.

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First published in National Observer, December 1891, revised 1895

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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , title 1: "Une épitaphe", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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